His mother

"Sorry, John honey! I swear I won't look!"

It took a second to catch, but my mind registered my mother's voice.

I quickly checked if she could see into the shower. Luck was on my side. She couldn't. Frosted glass obscured almost everything. Still, it felt weird being naked in the same room with my mom. Albeit being seperated by some glass.

"Everything all right mom?" I asked loudly over the running water.

"Darn it! I just bought this thing!" Was my mother's rebuttance. I felt she wasn't exactly speaking to me, as she was to herself.

"Mom?" I called out again.

"Oh not you honey! It's this stupid darn dress of mine...," Her words sounded almost exasperated. What had she done?

"Need my help?" I offered casually. Just saying for sayings sake.

"Thanks honey, but I don't think you can help. I appreciate the offer though. I'll just go change. Enjoy your shower though."

Hearing the door shut, I quickly rub one out before completing my ablutions for the day. Wrapping the towel around myself I soon exit my parents bathroom but I'm soon rooted to the ground by what I see in front of me.